Sep
02
2010
At the Washington Post today, I say yes.
I am not uneasy about President Obama’s religion because I suspect he is a practicing Muslim. I am uneasy about his religion because I see a disconnect between the Christian faith he professes and his own words and actions.
Read more …
Aug
30
2010
So The Anchoress gets to go to Rome and all I got is a new spot to hang out online for a couple of weeks.
Actually, it’s a pretty cool spot.
I will be guest-blogging (with Simcha Fisher and Sally Thomas). My first post is up — please come visit me! I might even let you try on The Anchoress’s veil (Shhhh! This is going to be SO MUCH FUN!)
Aug
30
2010
When you’re 9, you pose for a picture like this:

When you’re 12, you pose for a picture like this:

Aug
26
2010
Devils and weaponry might usually be alarming themes in a child’s artwork. But somehow, I’m not worried about my Raphael at all.

Aug
20
2010
You can read my latest column at Inside Catholic today:
Crash Call
Aug
20
2010
Hey! I’m published at the Washington Post today, talking about Jennifer Aniston, non-traditional baby-making, and every child’s right to have a father.
Even if it makes Hollywood stars feel old-fashioned and quaint, we need to fully recognize every child’s right to be raised by a mother and a father. However politically uncomfortable it makes us, we need to more fully appreciate the complementary differences between the sexes and admit that no one sex can give a child everything he or she needs.
I hope you’ll come read and consider leaving some supportive feedback. I know what the comboxes are like at the Washington Post and I am anticipating just a smidge of a negative reaction. Thanks!
Aug
18
2010

Read more about the reptile at Faith & Family.
Aug
18
2010
It’s a Bean family tradition to stop for a seafood dinner after we spend a summer day at the beach. Past years have found me here in this very spot, nursing sandy, cranky babies. But this year, THIS was my baby. And he just enjoyed the fish. And then his dinner.
That makes me both happy and sad at the same time. In a way, I suppose, that only a mother could understand.
